Millennium Wolves Book 2 Novels & Stories

******* I will upload Chapter 1 under Legacy of the wolf but it will be a seperate book, Legacy of the wolf: War of the Wolves******** The haunted sounds of a wolf's broken-hearted song lit up the darkness inside Dante’s mind, just like it had done every night since he left his mate asleep in their bed almost a year ago. Dante turned his head on a swivel in the obscurity, even though he knew he was still asleep. “Why do you do this to me every night, Theo! Do you enjoy torturing me?” Dante spat the words into the darkness and was only answered by the forlorn echo of a pathetic whimper as Theron’s vast body sulked into view. The normally large majestic beast now looked ragged and old, his hea

Verina’s wolves fanned out on either side of her, all of them large, dark, with glowing red eyes, crouching down, ready to hurl themselves at my pack. My wolves were equally prepared, stooping low, finding their centers of gravity so they could launch off of the ground and meet any attack midair. Or be the first to strike.

She growls as we move past the angry looking wolves, and I blush in return everytime. Millie and I have never had a friendly relationship. She has merely tolerated my presence. To see and hear her defending me is definitely new. Maybe giving her my meal meant more to her than it did to me. "Walk with your head up, Alpha Female. They are below you," Millie suddenly whispers, and my eyes widen. I staighten my spine and redirect my eyes to looking forward. I tilt my chin up. Wolves Amber. Wolves.

Ash. His back was to her, but it was unmistakable—the broad shoulders, the dark hair, the way he stood with military precision. He was clad in the armor of a general, his raven-crest insignia gleaming in the candlelight. She could feel the breath catch in her chest, her heart thudding painfully against her ribs. Was it really him? Was he here, in front of her, as the empire’s prized weapon? Nia took a step forward, her feet moving of their own accord. But before she could close the distance, a chill swept through her. The hairs on her neck stood on end as if her wolf soul recognized him even before she could see his eyes.

The village of the western pact welcomed them with open paws. Alpha Mera was a wolf of considerable years, her muzzle silver, her eyes a pale green that held both warmth and a sharp, assessing intelligence. She had ruled the settlement for two decades, maintaining the ancient wards that had kept the Blight at bay while the world beyond her valley crumbled. When Lira's column descended through the wildflowers, Mera met them at the village edge with a contingent of her own wolves — not as a threat, but as a greeting. She had already heard Kael's brief report, and her old eyes glistened as she looked upon the hundred wolves who had ended the Grey Blight.

I am not going to have this conversation with your wolf snarling at me He chuckled, fine then. See you in a bit. Taking my time, because I knew Killian would take a while, I made my way over to the woods. Yes, our pack had its own woods. We had built it next to a nature reserve, and Killian’s ancestors had bought off the American government to look the other way and make it legal. It had been made into private property, which was all the best for us, our wolves, and all the animals that happened to live in it. I arrived at the entrance of the woods, its trees creating a shady cast against the silver moon that made it seem ominous. The sound of leaves crunching in the distance caught my atten

--- **The Landing** We crash into snowdrifts at the foot of the graves, the auroras spinning overhead. Eden coughs blood, his skin cracked with frost. Kael licks a gash on his paw, his fur singed. The needle is gone, but its echo lingers-a phantom itch in my palm. The First Wolves' spirits circle us, their eyes no longer hostile. The scarred she-wolf dips her head. *"The debt is paid. The Mother's thread is clipped."*

“Please. If anyone hears...” My fingers spasmed. The silver points lengthened another fraction, neat and horrifying. They weren’t just white...they were bright, like new moonlight infused under the very surface of the nails. Memories slammed into me hard and fast and stole my breath, the book’s title from the previous night; Ro’s careful voice turning the simple facts into very real law; a wolf who can sever bonds or snap commands is an existential threat and the thought of the old men who’d rather burn a kingdom than share it.

"I'll protect it with my life." Daphne took the book from my hands and gently laid it on the table, then she held my hands. "Kalyssa, let me be clear. This is not your book; it's the book of your people. You are merely a steward of this book, charged with preserving it for the next generation of wolves—your children, and eventually, their children." My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. "My children?" A smile spread across her lips as she smiled. "Your children will be superwolves."

I just needed a miracle of some kind. We started hearing howls from afar, not just of one wolf but more, maybe a pack. The sound got closer and closer and I could hear their rushed footsteps. Everyone turned in the direction of where the sound was coming from, anticipating the unexpected, including me. The pack of wolves suddenly appeared in front of us, causing an uproar. They stood guard over Alex and stood in front of him as a form of protection. Everyone shook in fear but at the same time, took up their weapons and charged at them as they couldn't end up dead this way.